“Free! The word and the thought alone were worth fifty blankets.” -Kenneth Grahame, The Wind in the Willows
Mine is books.
note: I just finished The Wind in the Willows by Kenneth Grahame
Books I’m reading:
The Japanese Way of the Artist by H.E. Davey
and How We Work by Leah Weiss
Hearing knocking on the door is different from knocking on the window
Knocking on the mind is different from knocking on the heart
Woodpecker pecks trees, finch cracks nuts
Stones shine differently in the river, birds sing different songs
Daffodils from the countryside adorned tables
Spring equinox arrived yesterday.
I get lost while looking for your house
I did not see the sign until I turned around
You opened the door and came out smiling.
Foray in the forest to forage
for mushrooms after the rain
I may pass the hermit’s shelter
partially hidden in the circle of trees
Nobody has seen him
he seems to be invisible
The birds know where he lives
in his imperceptible presence.
If I see him I want to ask him
how he listens to silence,
to voice of solitude
Are they silent thoughts?
The hermit laughs
like a mountain brook
lively and clear.
He is bald and has a white beard.
He smiles like your best friend.
note: Mrs. Abstract showed me this painting, The Wounded Angel by Hugo Simberg. I was reflecting on that sad Friday last week.
The Wounded Angel
painting by Hugo Simberg
I am deeply saddened and devastated by the deaths of 3 health workers and an army veteran at the Pathway Home, Veterans Home of California, in Yountville, north of Napa, California, yesterday. Christine Loeber, Executive Director of the Pathway Home, one of the health workers killed, was our guest speaker in the North Napa Rotary Club’s meeting, on February 27.
photo: Christine Loeber
I did not go away
Yet I was far away from you
Away from your house
Away from the light
That comes from your window
Away like rain in a drought
I want to return
Knock on your door
Visit your garden
Sit on the bench under the oak tree
I will bring a book with empty pages
I will wait for you.
The whole tribe (minus one who couldn’t arrive on time) came to celebrate my birthday
bringing offerings and affection.
Happy & enjoyable time to be together.
Time is lengthening and shortening. Every moment is precious and treasured.
Mrs. Abstract and I just returned home for a 3-day restful sojourn in the north of us. We stayed at the Stanford Inn by the Sea in Mendocino, California. Mrs. Abstract was in the ER Monday night. It turned out to be only a mild health problem.
We left in the rain and returned home in the rain. The drive was along the coast and beautiful. The ocean was not covered by clouds and the rain was intermittent.
We didn’t go anyplace else.Just the 2 of us.It rained and hailed while we were up there.
Mrs. Abstract is a mermaid. She swam in the sea water pool.We read, ate, and rest. Just the two of us.
The Inn offers massage, meditation seminars, cooking and art classes.
The restaurant, Ravens, in the Inn is a plant-based restaurant. Every day we ate vegetarian food with no dairy, eggs or seafoods and of course no meat.
We did wine tasting in one winery on the way up. We passed by 3 wineries for wine tasting on the way back.
The short trip was to celebrate my birthday.